At an airport in Lunaria, a dark-haired young man stood silently, gazing at the stars hanging in the sky.
He wore a long trench coat, shielding himself from the evening cold.
At that moment, a middle-aged man entered the picture, having a pair of lifeless eyes and a dead expression.
Zold didn't bother to turn around, nodding slightly.
"You're here, Namita."
"... Why are we going to Nihono?"
Namita asked, looking around the airport.
The airport had no other people besides themselves.
The reappearance of the Nine Apostles had forced the government to set another lockdown, preventing ordinary civilians from going outside.
The fact that Zold could still bring him along for a trip finally made him understand the weight of his status.
"I'll explain later."
Zold didn't elaborate.
Namita shrugged, taking out two cigarettes. He passed the other one to Zold.
Zold glanced at him from the corner of his eye.
"Take it."
Namita said calmly.
"You look like you need one."
